
Wipe off all those tears.
Life’s cruelties never relent.
Dust off and move on…
-aaa
Originally Published 06/02/2024

Wipe off all those tears.
Life’s cruelties never relent.
Dust off and move on…
-aaa
Originally Published 06/02/2024

I still subscribe or like with a fail
Nearly 30 days in WordPress jail.
–
Accused of spamming and being a BOT
Ironically on both counts, guilty I am not.
–
I’m still not sure why this hellfire has rained
Other than a Karen or Ken has complained.
–
It’s really funny and ironic too
I still receive spams from others that do.
–
I’m in jail and they run free
Untouched in their litany.
–
I don’t know when this sentence will go
I’m contemplating leaving WordPress you know.
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I’m doing all I can to maintain success
Writing and re-blogging my poetry no less.
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Others, shared they encountered this too
I guess there’s nothing I can do.
–
All I do is try to move along
Writing more to prove them wrong.
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That’s really where I am to blame
It’s writing from whence my numbers came.
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Thousands of poems and essays of sorts
Many hybrids and even descourts.
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I wish they’d get off their high horse and hang up the phone
Let me blog in peace, and leave me alone…
-AAA 11/15/2024



Lenny tried hard on the bottom of the sea
To be an average lobster like you or me
His body divided
And claws lopsided
Frustrating for a crustacean to be…
-AAA 10/13/2024

Lyla was in such a mood
In frustration, she’d brood.
She wanted her say
But just not today
Mustering all the patience she could…
-AAA 10/09/2024
Originally Published 04/26/2024

Don’t worry the words will come
Keep writing them all down
Using all fingers and thumbs
This isn’t your first go around.
🤯
Exercises and brainstorms
Still, they do not come
Stretching your brain clear it of worms
You’re still brilliant, not dumb.
🤯
Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose
Lonely and sad and without content
The right thoughts are just under your nose
Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.
🤯
The hours get later and later
And still, nothing arrives
Your frustration leaves a deeper crater
But your perseverance survives.
🤯
Now a mere trickle
Things start to come together
The block and mental pickle
Hopefully gone forever.
🤯
Your work is nearly complete
You never thought it would arrive
Writers block is never discreet
As some works, never survive.
🤯
The end at last, the time is now
You’re written work is finished
And You make a silent vow
Thank God your talent has not diminished…
-aaa

Oh the Frustration
While Driving many thoughts come
Nowhere to put them
Deep inside, I feel so dumb
I wish I could reverse time…
-MAD/AAA 07/19/2024

Come
here
Sisyphus.
–
With
your
existential
angst.
–
And
share
all
your
gripes.
–
I
guess
that
rock
was
real
heavy.
–
Or
your
mood
would
be
better…
-aaa

Curly Drew was fed up, he was a mess
All because of his raucous girlfriend, Jess.
–
She often fooled around
With a beau or two she’s found.
–
Though knows her sins, she’ll never confess…
-aaa

Wipe off all those tears.
Life’s cruelties never relent.
Dust off and move on…
-aaa
Originally Published 04/04/2024

I am lost right now.
No one can uncover me.
I’m out in plain sight.
-aaa

I scrape my knuckles.
On a filthy glass strewn floor.
Then I taste the blood.
-aaa

Movement encircles me but gets me nowhere.
Stagnant I’m stuck and can’t progress.
Greatness awaits greatness awaits I keep hearing it but I’m not achieving it.
Such promise he’ll reach someday but someday is not defined.
It’s between 1 hr and infinity seeming closer to the latter.
Everyone seems to be moving effortlessly while I’m gimping slowly painfully along…
I pay and I pay and I pay but my scores won’t go up.
To many options to live and I have no idea what to do…
-aaa

When the words don’t come.
The output becomes drivel.
And the discards grow.
-aaa

Don’t worry the words will come
Keep writing them all down
Using all fingers and thumbs
This isn’t your first go around.
🤯
Exercises and brainstorms
Still, they do not come
Stretching your brain clear it of worms
You’re still brilliant, not dumb.
🤯
Yet the paper is empty devoid of prose
Lonely and sad and without content
The right thoughts are just under your nose
Yeah, each one is crooked and bent.
🤯
The hours get later and later
And still, nothing arrives
Your frustration leaves a deeper crater
But your perseverance survives.
🤯
Now a mere trickle
Things start to come together
The block and mental pickle
Hopefully gone forever.
🤯
Your work is nearly complete
You never thought it would arrive
Writers block is never discreet
As some works, never survive.
🤯
The end at last, the time is now
You’re written work is finished
And You make a silent vow
Thank God your talent has not diminished…
-aaa